The undead warrior kept walking around in its cage. It roared, and at times it sounded like it was saying something, but it was neither the language of the savages, nor the lingua franca, not any language that Tum could understand—it might really just be a meaningless roar.

Tum watched carefully. There was no expression on its face, and any simple expression needed to be able to precisely control the subtle tremors of every muscle on its face, something that a person who had lost his life could not do. But its unstoppable roar seemed to reveal a hint of emotion, anger, fear, madness...... Sometimes it will even stand still, shaking its body and muttering to itself, its out-of-focus eyes staring in a certain direction blankly, looking almost sad.

The cage door was opened, and a barbarian teenager was pushed inside. The boy clung to the side of the cage, frightened but silent. But when he recognized the face of the undead, he cried out, almost trying to rush over, but hesitated to retreat into the corner and began to sob.

As if enraged by the scream, the undead roared and threw himself at him, grabbing the boy by the neck.

As the boy struggled, gradually losing his life to suffocation, the undead just stared blankly at the face of the man he should have known and loved, and no one knew what it saw, and no one knew if there was still a little memory in its broken soul that the man who was dying at its hands was once its son.

By the time it let go of its hand, the boy's body was already cold.

The undead stood there for a long time, looking down at the corpse lying on the ground, when suddenly let out a long, wailing cry, and began to frantically slap the cage, hissing and roaring, and spun around the cage like a beast, but never to come near the corpse again.

Toom shook his head.

It's not enough - far from it, but it's somewhat rewarding.

"It's yours. He said.

Reiner, who stood quietly to the side, could only bow down and accept it without saying a word. He could already anticipate what the other necromancers would think - stupid Reiner, another ridiculous failure.

Although they won't speak.

They are not required to keep any memories of the deceased. It doesn't take those undead to have reason or anything like that, all they need is the power that the soul has.

Almost all necromancers have been able to do this successfully, except Reiner, who repeats defeat over and over again. If it weren't for Tuscany Toum's affection, he would have been one of the experiments.

No one knew that Toom's experiments were going in a completely different direction, and he didn't plan to let anyone know about it, so the large amount of test items that were consumed were all counted on Reiner's head. Reiner knew Tum's purpose, and he even eagerly hoped that the old mage would succeed as soon as possible, but he didn't know if he would be able to endure it until then.

"Haven't you found the guy who escaped?" Toom asked suddenly.

"Jemoun says his men have found his tracks in the Black Rock Mountains......"

"I don't want 'traces'. ”

Reiner hung his head deeply, knowing that it was best to remain silent at this time.

"Pick two more for me, as soon as possible...... This time it's going to be older. ”

Reiner bowed respectfully, "Yes." But, Master, the priest can be here today...... "He knew that once Tum began his experiments. Most likely, they won't be leaving here for a few days.

"There are only a dozen of them, and I've given you the best weapon against that priest, don't tell me you can't even solve this. The old mage said impatiently.

Reiner had to bend down again and watch Tum walk to the corner of the hidden laboratory, ready to start another attempt.

He looked back. Looking at the undead and the corpse roaring loudly in circles in the cage, I can't help but maliciously begin to fantasize about the sight of Tuscan Toom being one of them.

"We're almost there. Bamp told Scott.

Scott nodded: "Let everyone stop." ”

Bomb shouted loudly, but the men in front of him still rushed far away before reluctantly returning. The people of the two tribes seemed to be engaged in some kind of competition, and that allowed them to move forward faster than planned. Scott feared that the barbarians who were galloping and roaring on horseback would prematurely alarm those hiding in the darkness, and could only warn Bomb when he was still some distance from his destination.

"Leave your horses here, a few more men to guard them, and we'll walk the rest of the way. Scott said.

The Blackmane tribesmen shouted. They rarely leave their horses.

"If you want those necromancers to hear your horses' hooves and roars from miles away, and then flee without a trace...... Be my guest. These aggressive guys caused him a lot of trouble along the way, and that made Scott's tone a little impatient.

He dismounted, and naturally reached out to help Celebrien, but the half-elf glared at him before he withdrew his hand.

Keller Brian jumped off his horse himself. There was no sound when it landed, as if there was nothing under the gray robes.

"We'll have to walk up for a while, if you ......"

"If you're too weak to be careful," the half-elf cut off Scott, "I'll hit you on the head with my cane." ”

His tone was flat. But Scott knew he would definitely do what he said.

He closed his mouth a little embarrassed and turned his head to look at the others. The people of the Benlu tribe had all dismounted, shouting and deciding who to keep watching the horses in some sort of guessing box, while the people of the Blackmane tribe were still habitually riding in a circle on their horses, arguing endlessly. Nutka stood alone, the look on her face even more impatient than his, and she was probably beginning to regret walking with these "warriors".

"Why the hell did I bring them......" Scott muttered to himself, who also regretted it.

"Because you don't want them to go to Is. "Actually, let them find it themselves, they're almost impossible to find, but you don't dare to risk it, you just want to keep them in your sight and make sure they don't hurt your brother - Scott, Is's is a dragon, and I'm pretty sure these people can't hurt him at all." ”

Scott was speechless, he did have too many worries and suffered from himself.

"There's another piece of news that you probably won't like...... You asked me to look for Ed Singall, and I found it. The half-elf looked in the direction they were heading, "At the foot of the mountain, less than half a day's journey from here. ”

Scott was stunned for a moment before he understood, and the blood on his lips faded in an instant: "...... Ed in the hands of the necromancer?"

"He's alive. "That's all I can tell you." But if he's there......"

"Is......" Scott whispered the name.

"I'm afraid you'll have to prepare for the worst. "Celebrian is still very calm.

The Blackmane Tribe was still arguing, and Scott looked away, his mind buzzing, the anger growing in his irritability so strong that he panicked himself.

He walked to the side alone, fading away from the crowd. Keller Brian stops Bomb, who wants to keep up, knowing that his friend needs a little alone time.

Scott climbed a snowy slope and stared blankly into the distance, the magnificent snowfield reflected in his eyes, its tranquility and vastness could not reach the bottom of his heart. The sun was still shining, even scorching from the snow, but he was chilling for a while. The fading anger left behind suffocating ashes that kept him unable to breathe or think.

He had always thought that he would be brave enough to face the worst, only to realize that it was just self-deception.

A dark shadow on the snow leaped into his gaze, quickly moving from far to near, but he only stared blankly, until the man and the horse were about to rush in front of him, and he suddenly came to his senses.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, Nutka, who had reacted faster than him, had already met him.

“...... Norwe?" she exclaimed in surprise.

The elf on the horse was stunned for a moment before jumping down, nodding to her, and then walking straight to Scott.

"The necromancer knows you're going. He said bluntly, "Someone sent them a message. ”

Scott put his cold hands over his face, trying to calm himself down.

"You'd better go back to camp and make another plan, but Dutton says it's up to you. There was a hint of exhaustion in Norvi's voice, he didn't breathe a sigh of relief along the way, these people were moving faster than he expected, and he thought he wouldn't be able to catch up.

Scott was silent - he certainly couldn't just go back. Ed is in danger of becoming an undead at any moment, and Iss ......

"How much do those necromancers know?" he asked.

"When you departed, how many you were, and ......," Norway recalled, recalling the news he received from the woman who had been forced to act as a spy for the necromancer because her family had been captured, "they want to capture you, alive." They were going to drug you, but you had already taken people out of the camp before they could do it...... You're probably being watched all the way. ”

"Alive...... Scott mused, it was a chance.

But he had to leave the young savages behind and go to his original destination alone, with Celebrian at most. But he soon realized that it was almost impossible to convince them, and even if the people of the Benlu tribe reluctantly obeyed his orders, the people of the Blackmane tribe would definitely not listen to him.

He turned to Norway in Elven language against Nutka's skeptical gaze, an elf who was quite adept at persuading others when necessary.

Norway looked at him thoughtfully and asked, "Will you go back to camp with them?"

A lame lie could not have deceived an elf who had lived for four hundred years, and Scott chose to shake his head frankly.

"I had to go. ”